Rumpelstiltskin left Belle briefly, but only to go the library and take some books that he thought she would like and then went to see Colette who was still in the NICU. He looked down at his tiny daughter, and their eyes met. Carefully, he reached out his hand and allowed Colette to grab his finger.

"Your mother will visit you soon, my love, but she won't be very happy when she wakes up and she sees you on your feeding tube, so you just focus on getting better so that when she comes to, we can take you home." Rumpelstiltskin said gently.

"Is she doing ok?"

Rumpelstiltskin turned and saw Henry who looked extremely worried.

"Yeah, she is. Come here."

Henry went to stand beside his grandfather and looked down at Colette, smiling.

"She looks like my Dad." Henry said.

"That's the greatest compliment she'll ever be given." Rumpelstiltskin said.

"How much longer will she be in here?" Henry asked.

"Oh, not much longer, I believe. Perhaps a couple of days."

"I can't wait for Gran to see her again."

Rumpelstiltskin gave a half-smile. "Neither can I."

Rumpelstiltskin returned to Belle's room, hoping to see some sort of change. His hopes were dashed when she saw she was still in her coma.

"I've just seen Colette. Henry told me that she looks like Bae." Rumpelstiltskin sat down and pulled a small book out of his coat pocket. "I thought that you might like to hear some poetry today. There's a specific poem that I want to read you."

Rumpelstiltskin flipped through the book before settling on a page and reading it out loud:

O my luve's like a red, red rose.

That's newly sprung in June;

O my luve's like a melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my Dear,

While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

"I know how much you love Burns. I can't say that I do him justice, though. You're probably much better at reading poetry than-"

Rumpelstiltskin felt something brush against his hand; he looked up quickly to find Belle's hand brushing the back of his.

"Belle." Rumpelstiltskin took Belle's hand. "Sweetheart, do you hear me?"

Rumpelstiltskin began to cry as he felt Belle give his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're still there. You're going to come back to me."